sometimes, i catch myself staring at my dad while he's watching television and i swear, i thought i saw another person who is close to my heart. maybe because this person looked a lot like my father: papa got his slanted eyes, his plastered smile, his balding hair line. not only did my father inherited his handsomely appearance, but my father also inherited his gentle and giving heart.
he's always had a way with people. people crowded his house for each and every town's concern: money, hospitalization, hunger, poverty, land...everything you can think of. but you never heard him complain. he loved helping them. he was destined to do that. it has became his life. all his life. he spent twenty five years serving his fellowmen as a politician. sometimes, giving everything he had only to help others.
he loved his children. i heard he was pretty damn strict. he never let my aunts get out of the house wearing short shorts or any trace of skin. he made sure the men of his family did their chores at the early rise of the sun. yet, he was a well provider. he even raised all his children alone at some point. all 10 of them plus 4 more after. even sending them to college.
but even greater, his granchildren were very dear to him. although his lifetime was placed in lime light, he preferred to have his grandkids be normal and have their own private individual lives. he loved having them over every weekends. he made them run around the his office and never scold them.
he has a study table filled with silver peso coins as he never carried coin in his pockets so he dumped them in his study table. these coins were them either given to the poor or when his grandchildren asked allowances for school.
he was cool sometimes yet oftenly strict.
he was loving, sometimes, too loving.
he supports independence, but he's also overprotective.
he was often misunderstood, but got along fine with everybody.
20 years after he passed away, he is still remembered.
in fact, they even named buildings, streets, establishments in his name.
but i remembered him most because...
he loved his people...
he died loving them too much.
he is adriano l. dela cruz
he is my father's father.
fondly called " LOLO ADRING."
and today is his birthday.
i just wanted to share his legacy. my vibrant personality, my love for people, my desire to share what i have to pther people, my love for the Lord and my family, was the roots he gave to my dad and is now passed on to me. i would not be who i am hadn't he planted the roots.
i remember him saying to me once, " the greatest thing you can give your children is roots and wings." well, lolo, you definitely gave me the roots...now, i am flying with one wings. than you for being such an inspiration. wherever you are, i know you're watching over us and guiding us. for this and more, i'm forever thankful.
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